Page 119 of Book Boyfriends
“Then why did they think that their happy ending may be wrapped up in yours?”
I blink. “What?”
“You said that James told you that your happy endings may not be mutually exclusive.”
I bat at the air. “It was just a line he used to manipulate me.”
“But Owen said something similar.”
My brow scrunches. “What? When?”
“The day we made the witchcraft consultant appointment. After you left for work, Owen said his happy ending brought him here, as much as yours, but he’d be sad to see you sacrifice your happiness for him or any of the guys.”
Leaning back, I tap my fingers on the table. Was Owen speaking of his book’s happy ending or something else? If theyfelt a call to come help me, what does that have to do with their happy ending?
“None of this makes sense.” I toss my right arm up, accidentally slapping my purse which dangled on the chair’s back, causing it to slam to the cement walkway.
Loose change, lip gloss, a pen, a tampon—becauseof courseit does—and my wallet tumble out of the open purse. The pen rolls until it comes into contact with a passerby’s sneakers. Cringing, I lunge out of my seat to scoop up the items, mumbling an apology.
“It’s alright.”
The familiar baritone causes me to look up, my heart thudding. “Will?”
Crouched on the ground, a tampon in my hand, I see my ex.Kill me now!Shoving my things into my purse, I rise, my bag clutched tight to my chest.
“Georgia…” Eyes wide. Mouth ajar. Breath ragged. He just stares at me as if I’m a ghost who’s come back from the dead.
It’s been five years since we last saw each other. Outside of that last phone call after Lena’s confession, the only interaction with him was my RSVP for the wedding, and that was done via their wedding website. Nothing like saying, “I’ll have the steak meal” to your ex’s wedding with a slideshow of their happy pictures on the screen set to an instrumental version of “Hopelessly Devoted to You”.
“Hi, jerkface,” Hope calls out, causing me to turn, her warm expression now stern.
“Hope, nice to see you.” He coughs.
“The feeling is not mutual.” She takes a demure bite of yogurt.
He makes a huffed sound and then clears his throat. “You dropped this, Georgia.”
Facing him, I hold out my hand and he deposits the loose change in it. “Thank you… What are you doing here?” I ask, closing my fingers around the coins.
He tips his head towards the tuxedo shop next to Four Corners. “Picking up my tux.”
The only thing worse than running into your ex is doing it in front of the shop where he’s about to pick up his suit for his wedding toyourcousin.Oh, my messy life.
“I didn’t realize it was you when I saw the purse fall. I swear.” Happy crinkles kiss the edges of his gray eyes, the pupils the same shade as a stormy sky. “But I am happy to see you… You look good.”
“Too good for you, but not for her new CEO boyfriend that properly D’s her down like no man ever has and worships her like the queen she is.” Hope’s snark drips with a saccharin-sweet venom.
I look over my shoulder and mouth,Subtlefollowed byD’s me down. My bestie just grins.
Davis isn’t my boyfriend—not yet—but I’m not correcting her. While I’m over Will, there’s still a piece of me that enjoys what Hope’s little comment is no doubt doing to him. He’ll act all aloof on the outside at the dig, but he’ll find some way to reassert himself. Will may not want me, but my successful CEO boyfriend’s sexual prowess likely threatens his middle management sometimes orgasm-giving self-confidence.
Again, Davis is not my boyfriend, yet. Keyword, yet.
“Glad you found someone.” Mouth drawn into a firm line, he raises one hand, raking it into his chestnut strands, his bicep flexing with the movement.
So predictable.I bite the inside of my cheek, tamping down the blooming snicker.
“I’m happy for you.” His mouth lifts into a small smile. “I know we didn’t end well?—”
